Hallowmas Party Dance Floor

[/li][li]The professor with the Owl Mask walks over to Maria from Table 2. &quotI would love to dance. Would you care to dance with me? My name is Catheryn, by the way.&quot[/li][li]
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A viola string snaps with a screech, and the violist has to be held back and escorted out by four burly looking clay men.

The glass harmonium player quickly steps in, and the music takes on a eerie tone. It sounds like a ho-down in hell might, if one considered such things.
edited by pillbox on 11/4/2016
edited by pillbox on 11/4/2016

From Table Five four figures join the dance: a lady in a white gown and somnolent porcelain mask, a Rubbery Man with a feminine form beneath its tentacles, a gentleman in Tomb Colonist dress, and a bearded Exquisite Rose.

Along with the whole throng, they dance enthusiastically to the musicians’ furious tune.

As the songs speed impossibly faster, the dancers laugh and pant, and lose themselves in a blur of revelry. As they near collapse, finally, the musicians slow to a Viennese waltz.

&quotNow for that dance that was promised.&quot Lord Gazter says as he offers his hand to Appolonia.

Appolonia and Lord Gazter step out onto the dance floor with an air of nobility. Appolonia’s hand is delicately taken into Lord Gazter’s and his other lightly placed upon her waist. His smile was genial, and his manner welcoming.

The musician ready their instruments and begin to play. The pair take their first steps and begun to waltz. Lord Gazter’s movements were deliberate, and reserved, yet vibrant. Step and step and yet another. Yet as they continued to dance his movements changed ever so slightly. Another step and another. The way in which he danced teased the possibility of scandal. A twirl then back again to a step and a step. It plays with ones mind. Was that movement too close? A dip and back. Was that dip too deep?. Yet they were refined. Never too far, but almost scandalous. A step and another.

Finally the music fades and the dancing ceases and Lord Gazter and Appolonia return to table 5.

“That square dance was quite something! Now, who will honour me for a waltz?”

Catheryn, The woman in pale green cleared her throat. &quotI would be delighted to waltz with you, sir,&quot she said.

“Thank you, though I must note that I am not a sir. Gentleperson would be the correct title, though you are welcome to just call me Krawald. Shall I lead, or shall you?”

Maria, having no partner, goes over to the musicians and tries to take the cello. &quotI really need to learn these dances… now, would you be so kind and give me that b____y Cello? You are masacring the music! I am only masacring bows! And only one per song!&quot[li]

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She blushes slightly. &quotI only know how to follow, so if you would lead, Gentleperson, I would be most grateful.&quot

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“Of course, dear Lady.” Krawald takes Cathy’s hand, places their other hand in the small of her back and leads her into a quick viennese Waltz, twirling and twirling her across the dance floor with a cheerful smile.

Maria nods &quotI guess I have to learn it some time… although, looking at the Cellist, it is a pity I didn’t bring Asha. Then he would be unconcious. Or my own cello.&quot[li]

“I could always send someone to fetch it for you.”

&quotNah… Learning to dance might be better.&quot

“So, a waltz to start with?”

Maria nods &quotIf you won’t mind your legs getting stepped on. I can teach you how to dance the Polonaise on the other hand.&quot[li]

“Bah, these battered things have had worse then being stepped on. About a basic mastery of the waltz and then we will start on the polonaise. Give the band a bit more time with stately music.”

&quotSo, where do I put my hands and where do I start?&quot[li]

(A suitably smug cellist begins to play a perfectly measured waltz. A sigil burnt into the body of the cello glows. The music vibrates through the floor, in your bones, echoes in that place where your soul sits. There is no place the waltz doesn’t touch (it feels like divine ecstasy and violation all at once.)

(There is blood on the cello strings, now, and the cellists grins with too many teeth.)